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The Fran Continent possesses a technique for rejuvenation, which some immensely powerful beings can master. However, even gods cannot use this technique to restore their lifespan and achieve immortality; it merely allows them to regain a youthful appearance.
What Sean Sterling witnessed today, the events unfolding before him regarding this young man, seemed to touch upon a realm that even gods had not reached—a threshold of immortality.
Drinking the blood of the living to restore one's life force and recover lost lifespan may seem sinister and bizarre, difficult for the world to accept, but it indeed represents a true restoration of lifespan, akin to a miracle, brushing against the edge of immortality.
The rarity and high value of elixirs that extend lifespan stem from their difficult production and scarcity, coupled with overwhelming demand. The desire to grasp immortality through such means is fundamentally unrealistic. However, methods like this—drinking blood to extend life—appear far more accessible. The difference between the two is as vast as heaven and earth, hinting at a potential entry into the realm of immortality.
At this moment, Sean Sterling felt an impulse, a greed, to disregard his promises and principles just once, solely to obtain this method of immortality from Bu.
Immortality, something even deities have long sought after—who could resist such temptation?
After a long while, Bu immersed himself in introspection, feeling the surging energy within him. The time limit for Bloodline Transformation had arrived; the scorching blood within him gradually cooled. Sean Sterling watched this scene, took a deep breath, and shook his head with a bitter smile, slowly suppressing the greed and desire within him.
He was not a naive person; he knew that if great opportunities lay before him, he would find every possible way to seize them. Yet he was also principled and true to himself. The moment he made a promise to Bu meant he would honor it until the end. This was his principle in life and the core belief he had always upheld.
If someone else were in Bu's position—someone he did not know well—Sean Sterling would undoubtedly act without hesitation. In the face of immortality, no one could remain calm.
But because it was Bu, Sean Sterling chose to refrain from acting.
A person who acts without principles and disregards their true self may be powerful or even attain immortality, but they would merely be a walking corpse; their existence would lose all meaning. Such individuals can no longer be called human as they have forsaken the most crucial aspect of humanity: emotions.
Bu remained unaware that in that brief moment, Sean Sterling had undergone considerable internal struggle. Now he felt joy in his heart simply because his life force had been restored; the overwhelming fatigue had vanished. With the opening of the thirteenth acupoint, the intensity of energy within him had reached 16 points—a significant leap in strength.
"If blood from an Intermediate Level 5 warrior has such effects, what about High-Level warriors? To what extent could it restore my vitality? How many acupoints could I open?" Bu awoke from his introspective state, entertaining unrealistic thoughts in his mind.
"However, seeking to enhance my strength through such means is ultimately not the right path. Although it significantly accelerates my internal energy growth speed, it is still energy cultivated by others. While I can absorb it for my use, since it is not derived from my own hard work in cultivation, its purity and control cannot reach complete harmony."
Especially considering the energy contained in the blood he absorbed earlier—despite its purity—it came from five different individuals' cultivation efforts. When combined with his own cultivated energy, it inevitably became somewhat mixed. Perhaps using ten parts of that energy would only yield nine parts of effectiveness.
After this self-reflection, Bu shook his head with a wry smile. If common people possessed such reverse methods as he did, they would have long since lost themselves in joy; yet here he was nitpicking within an egg.
"Brent, has the life energy you lost truly recovered?" Sean Sterling asked, his expression serious as he looked at Step, who had just exited his introspective state.
"Hmm?" Step paused, noticing Sean's grave demeanor. He felt a twinge of confusion and slowly nodded, "Although I haven't completely replenished the lost life energy, I have indeed recovered quite a bit." He licked his lips, feeling somewhat unsatisfied as he continued, "If I could get two more bags of blood from Intermediate Level 5 warriors, I believe not only would the lost life energy be fully restored, but I could also open up two more acupoints within me."
"That's true," Sean said, his gaze momentarily distant. Step looked at him in puzzlement, unsure of what Sean's murmuring meant.
After a while, Sean regained his composure and fixed his gaze on Step. One of his white pupils appeared unusually eerie as he solemnly stated, "The ability to restore life energy with human blood and even enhance one's energy must be related to that sinister secret technique you just used. Otherwise, even the blood of a transcendent being wouldn't achieve such an effect.
This technique is far too precious. If it were to spread and people learned of its effects, even deities would likely intervene to seize it, leading to a bloody storm across the entire Fran Continent.
Even I found it hard to resist earlier; I almost acted out of greed towards you.
You are a smart person. Given what I've said, you should know how to proceed from here." With that last sentence, Sean sighed deeply, his expression extremely complex.
He had never expected that the person he casually promised to protect would possess such a life-altering secret technique. Initially, he had claimed that no repayment was necessary because he had always been proud and self-assured, believing that Step could never keep pace with him and thus did not take any potential repayment seriously.
But now he realized he was wrong. He indeed had an eye for talent and recognized heroes; he had ensured Step's survival up to this point. However, this keen insight had mistakenly led him to see a remarkable steed as merely a horse with some potential.
Thus, at this moment, Sean's heart was filled with complexity. The proud and self-assured man now had to admit that he had misjudged Step's capabilities. Step not only had the ability to catch up with him but also the potential for repayment. Moreover, in the near future, Step might surpass him entirely due to that nearly eternal secret technique.
While Sean was lost in thought and murmuring to himself, Step began to feel uneasy. When Sean suddenly adopted such a serious expression, Step sensed something was amiss. As Sean's words unfolded, Bu Yue's face grew paler; the fear in his heart transformed into a storm that left him somewhat dazed.
The thought that even deities might seek to seize this power—something that Sean Sterling treated like a brother—was terrifying beyond measure.
"The Vampire Form allows one to absorb blood to strengthen oneself and seize vitality and energy. When I absorbed Benson's blood back then, I hadn't yet broken through to Intermediate Level; my acupoints were still unactivated. Therefore, I only siphoned off Benson's life energy without gaining any increase in power.
I should have realized this sooner; time after time using Bloodline Transformation without anyone noticing the reverse aspect of my Racial Gift gradually lulled me into complacency. This was partly due to my consistent avoidance of absorbing human blood, which kept others from paying attention or discovering the reverse nature of my Bloodline Transformation out of greed.
Fortunately, the person before me today is Sean Sterling; otherwise, I would undoubtedly be dead. This truly is a case of having treasures leading to trouble. Thankfully my Data Upgrade System is so bizarre that no one can detect it." Step's expression shifted rapidly as thoughts raced through his mind. In the end, he let out a light sigh of relief and looked at Sean Sterling with eyes full of gratitude and trust.
Friendship knows no age; why must we first align our thoughts?
From the moment Sean Sterling confessed, from the moment he decided not to take action, Step understood clearly that from then on, in his life journey, he could have fewer romantic partners, less wealth and indulgence, but he could never lack this one confidant in his life, a confidant like a brother or a father.
"I—"
"You don't need to explain anything to me; I don't want to hear your nonsense." Just as Step began to utter a word, Sean Sterling abruptly waved his hand to stop him, appearing uninterested in listening to Step's ramblings.
Upon hearing this, Step felt awkward. He truly did not know much about the situation. If he were to confess, possessing the traits of a vampire, whether Sean Sterling was aware of the vampire race or not, it would likely compromise the secret of him being a traveler, making it less secure and potentially causing more trouble.
This was not due to Step's distrust of Sean Sterling; it was merely an inexplicable caution and subconscious vigilance. Deep down, Step wanted to tell him the truth about being transported to this world. However, after thinking it over, he hesitated, fearing that if he did so, others might consider him insane. The thought made him shiver and left him unable to speak.
"What I just told you is something you must remember: human hearts are unpredictable and cannot be fathomed. Even I was quite tempted just now. Not to mention others. I don’t know where you obtained that secret technique you just used, but this matter must remain buried in your heart; do not let a third person know."
"In the Fran Continent, powerful beings are everywhere; you and I are merely starting out like small fish and shrimp. Some existences are taboo just by mentioning their names. Those who can perform soul-searching techniques to extract memories are countless. If you are careless and someone learns even a hint of what happened today, your fate will surely be death."
Sean Sterling's expression was serious, his tone deep and instructive like a caring elder teaching Step.
Step nodded solemnly. He was extremely wary of those who could extract memories as Sean had mentioned and couldn't help but think of the Dark Mage Bivis who had attempted to assassinate him that day.
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